Hu Zhuanglin
In the long river of time, I just
A small grain of sand, lying on the river bed of memory,
Go with the flow, roll, struggle and fight.
In the long river of history, I admit
I'm just a slave to time.
I've worked hard all my life,
I really want to do it.
An eternal rebel, an eternal warrior,
But that's too far, too far.
I'm just a small grain of sand,
I can't control the future, let alone change the past.
I used to cry to myself because of the storm.
I once indulged in painful memories and tried to give up.
I can't change time, I can only leave traces of time.
What a vivid and indelible mark!
I can't fight for a lifetime, so I finally chose.
A way of compromise, giving in to time,
But who knows who will be the ultimate winner,
On the back of time, my traces left an unforgettable impression.
Time, how old, how many scars I have,
This may be another tragic victory.
In the long river of time and history
Never know, never know,
I'm just a small grain of sand,
Great and humble, humble and great,
I am just a small grain of sand.